( It comes pouty, a little cluck of his tongue. Their foreheads are tacky where they're pressed together, slick with sweat, and Yohan's eyes half closed as he tries to readjust himself to the sensation. It's a lot, even for him, like immersing oneself in the deep end of something, too much, too quick. Gaon is tight and hot around him, a fiercesome grip that has the older man doubtful he could move. The blaze of his own feelings sit right up against his skin, threatening to engulf him. His throat feels thick with it. Every rough exhale brings with it a desperate gravelly edge, panting with the exertion required to get himself back under control. )
Kim Gaon.
( His forehead smears against Gaon's own when he resettles, gaze flickering upwards from underneath his lashes. The first motion is only the smallest of movements, a grinding of their hips together, breath punched out in an almost laugh. He starts small, stomach muscles clenching, rocking them together in the scant space they've allowed. It has Yohan's insides all twisted up, arousal deep in his gut, the heat of it so real that he's surprised they have not scalded each other. He nudges his nose against Gaon's own, still breathing open mouthed, eases his cock half of the way out only to push back in, slow and steady, the determined glide erupting more goosebumps along his shivering skin.
His hands shift, reorientate themselves against Gaon's hips, tilting his pelvis with each shallow thrust. It feels good, Yohan settling into a pattern. At first, exploration. Then an almost tease. Gaon squirms beneath him, a living flame, and he has to shift enough that he can set his teeth to his jaw, hungry. )
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( It comes pouty, a little cluck of his tongue. Their foreheads are tacky where they're pressed together, slick with sweat, and Yohan's eyes half closed as he tries to readjust himself to the sensation. It's a lot, even for him, like immersing oneself in the deep end of something, too much, too quick. Gaon is tight and hot around him, a fiercesome grip that has the older man doubtful he could move. The blaze of his own feelings sit right up against his skin, threatening to engulf him. His throat feels thick with it. Every rough exhale brings with it a desperate gravelly edge, panting with the exertion required to get himself back under control. )
Kim Gaon.
( His forehead smears against Gaon's own when he resettles, gaze flickering upwards from underneath his lashes. The first motion is only the smallest of movements, a grinding of their hips together, breath punched out in an almost laugh. He starts small, stomach muscles clenching, rocking them together in the scant space they've allowed. It has Yohan's insides all twisted up, arousal deep in his gut, the heat of it so real that he's surprised they have not scalded each other. He nudges his nose against Gaon's own, still breathing open mouthed, eases his cock half of the way out only to push back in, slow and steady, the determined glide erupting more goosebumps along his shivering skin.
His hands shift, reorientate themselves against Gaon's hips, tilting his pelvis with each shallow thrust. It feels good, Yohan settling into a pattern. At first, exploration. Then an almost tease. Gaon squirms beneath him, a living flame, and he has to shift enough that he can set his teeth to his jaw, hungry. )